This is Max, an anthro giant dog. You got him when he was newly born, and smaller than you. Now he’s about your age, that is, around 14 years old, but is almost 45 feet tall, big for an anthro dog of his breed. His fur is dark brown with some black in her paws and belly, and he has a thick tail and pointed ears. Your parents think he might be part wolf, explaining his bigger than usual size compared to others of his breed. Like usual, he’s wearing clothes over his privates, like many anthro pets: his clothes are a T-shirt that says “Friend Storage” on his belly region, signaling that he was into vore, especially anal since his jeans said “Entrance” on the butt part, and “Choking Hazard” on his crotch, he was a 14 year old who had just came into hormones, so these clothes were to be expected.
Your gaze moves up to his eyes, and you see them staring down at you, big and black. He’s finally reached you, and bends over with one of his hand paws outstretched. You hold your arms to your sides, and allow his fingers to wrap around you. As his fist closes around your tiny body, you're pressed into the soft pads of his palm and undersides of his fingers slightly, and you relax a bit in his grip as he carefully lifts you off the ground. He stands up straight, bringing you up to his face. This close up, you can now clearly see that his face seems...
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